Christmas OD

Whew. The official days of Christmas are over. That means I'm allowed to use the computer again or actually go somewhere out of my home and shop or meet my friends or something. Yay!

I got really nice Christmas presents. Not a road bike, though. Why, Santa, why??? Have I not been nice enough?

I ate way too much Christmas food. And chocolate. Why do people always give you chocolate? We still have over ten boxes left. I don't want to see any food associated with Christmas for at least a year.

The zipper of my boots broke. Sad. I have to get them fixed. It'll probably cost a fortune. And all my money will go to a new iPod. But I'll also need some clothes. And overpriced luxury cosmetics products.

Then BAD news. The tickets to see a band I really like are sold out. Bah. I could call them to ask for cancelled tickets, but dialling the number costs like 5e per call, so... And another of my favorite bands is coming here. To bad their gig is K18. Don't I just hate to be 17? It's technically the worst age possible, since you can't find a job because you're not 18, and you won't get decent student aid. Bah. 1 hour 30 minutes. Then I'll call the number for any cancelled tickets.

B-DAY and other such

Well, well, well. Finally my b-day. I did get really nice presents (feel free to feel guilty if you gave me nothing).

I finished the last lab report of the year yesterday. Phew. I don't want to see ChemSketch for a year or so.
A golden retriever is a dog, right? And so are labrador retrievers and curly coated retrievers, to name a few. So, logically, a stir bar retriever is a dog as well. Right? That's how it works.

My A1 Finnish oral commentary went... well... not that well. Although so did everyone elses, cause this was our first try. Honestly, I know I'm able to speak complete bullsh*t for ages, use the clever "from point A to point X"-order when speaking, talk with the weirdest voice ever, not use any professional terms at all, say "um" and "er" a lot and avoid using examples when I'm supposed to use them a lot. I didn't need to use them all in a period of time of 12 minutes 47 seconds, namely my commentary. FUN. NOT. Then we're supposed to give feedback on somepne else's commentary. Our teacher e-mails us our and our pair's commentaries. So, I'm not the only person on the planet who heards the mess. Oh well. But the teacher paired me up with my friend, and it was just an oral commentary. Only 30% of the course grade. Who cares, anyway?

Two ordinary school days, the christmas celebration thingy at school, and handing out report cards. Then... some pleasant weeks without school! Yay! And although my brother was rude enough to be in London with his girlfriend on my birthday, he promised to buy me some cd:s, so it's not that bad really. And only a few more days till christmas! Par-tay!!!

Quelle horreur...

Christmas= good thing
Presents= good thing
using a lot of money in presents= very bad thing
Having a lot of friends=good thing
Having to buy presents to a lot of friends->spending a lot of money in the presents=bad thing. I do hope I'll get a lot of money from somewhere. The sooner the better

Feeling sorry for the physics substitute teacher

I had maybe the most boring physics lesson yesterday. Our physics teacher was at this China meeting with some representatives from our chinese friend school, the high school of Beijing university. So, we had a substitute. Yay.

Not. Our substitute was a former student from our school. He wasn't, however, a former IB student. And since our class is the IB class, the teaching is supposed to be in English. The spoken English of the substitute teacher was, well, interesting. Very. It was almost worth the boring lesson to listen to him speaking English about as well as most Finnish politicians. And that's not too well. So, he had made up a slide show on standing waves and constructive/destructive interference, which we studied already last year. Fun. The slides were taken from his very boring physics university textbook, which was luckily enough in English. Otherwise I wouldn't have understood a thing. I ended up writing five A4 pages of notes. My hand still hurts. Bah.

I need to go christmas shopping. 'Tis the season to be jolly and spend all the money from your bank account on presents! How fun. The good point is that others will do the same and buy me stuff. At least that's how it's supposed to go.

My not-so-successive scheduling

Oh well. I happen to have an all-night movie marathon starting in 50 minutes. I also happen to be working at the dog show Winner 2007 tomorrow, meaning I need to leave home at 8 AM. And knowing that I didn't sleep during the two previous movie marathons we had, I'm not likely to do it now either. Fun. And I'll be practically asleep in the dog show. I even needed to buy coke zero so I'd get some caffeine. And normally I never ever drink it.

But I might end up having fun at the dog show and meet some friends - and I'll get to see the guinea-pig cucumber eating contest. Way fun.

Sadly, I won't be able to sleep any longer on Sunday morning either. I've got another workshift at the dog show.

Oh! It's Winter! Snow!

Well, well, well. It always comes as a surprise when you wake up in the morning, take a look outside and notice that in a somewhat mystical way 20cm of snow has appeared on the ground, and more is falling down from the sky. This was on sunday.

Sadly, sunday also happened to be a day when my brother went to work at 5:30 AM and the rest of my family left to a Christmas sale or something. Guess who was left to shovel the snow off our parking lot/front yard. Yes. Me. And only because my cycling practise would start at 11, so I'd have to leave at 10.

My sadistic coach made us walk, or, more accurately, wade in the now wet and heavy snow. In a forest. And a partially frozen swamp. Not to mention that we did this for 4.5 hours. If two of my friends wouldn't have been there, I'd have left. But I ended having a reasonably good time, despite the nasty training.

Ha ha ha. Even though there's one episode left, I know who won the amazing race season 7. I checked it from the internet. And decided to watch the final peisode next sunday after all. Ok, this might be cheating, but If a certain team would have won there'd be no way I'd watch them win. They didn't. Ha.

A-hem. Note to all men above the age of thirty: If you see me walking somewhere, (ok, you wouldn't recongize me, but this is a universal RULE) and for some weird reason you would want to whistle, two things:
1. DON'T. Way tacky. Unless I'm on a very good mood, and most likely even then, I'll just show you the finger.
2. If you do whistle, and please don't, it's tacky, at least know how to whistle. For crying out loud, this should be an obvious point!!! But apparently it isn't. How dumb can you get? Wait. I don't want to know

OMGWTF

Apparently I'm clever or something. I got a 7 from physics. And chemistry. And probably 6 from bio and english. Not bad.

But my great master plan failed. Such a shame. And I used a lot of time for it too.
Not to mention used a lot of money to buy some stuff. Ok, I'd have bought all that anyhow but still.

My self-control is great. I bought a bag of candy, because I felt like I needed some sugar. Then I ate about 5 candies, threw the rest away, bought some baby carrots and ate them happily. A slight waste of money, perhaps?

Random. I better go do something less random and more significant.

OMFG

I have this feeling I get things my way way too easily. I studied approximately 2 hours for my bio exam with a really nasty area (cell respiration, photosynthesis, nucleic acids and proteins). I was totally panicking on the train to school, and had the feeling I should have studied a lot more. (Instead of using the computer until my parents said I should quit, and reading two ther books, which were great. )So, I hoped the multiple questions would be easy, and the rest would be mamageable. Enough to get a 4, at least.

But no. I ended up getting a 6 (or a 7, depending on the grade boundaries). On the IB scale 1-7, 7 being the best. No, I'm not bragging or anything. Haha. Only English left, and no need to study for that one. Not that you could study for a comparative commentary on two unseen texts anyway.

Anme, you have my eternal gratitude for recommending that book to me. I loved it. And the second part as well. I'll get the third in a couple of days. Way cool.

Um. I need to go shopping. I have to spend several hours before the cycling club's yearly meeting. Not that I had to go there, but I kind of need to show some papers to the coach before my scary CAS coordinator calls him. My CAS coordinator hates me. She's evil. Although it might be partially because I wasn't quiet and nice on the psychology course she taught us last year. But it's her fault for being a sucky teacher.

16 hours

... before my bio exam starts...
Noooo. I have this feeling I should have studied way more. And the bio teacher hates me already, thanks to the episode with the previous exam's scrap paper (see earlier post long ago). A good start.

The food hygiene training costs loads, sadly. But I really need it for a summer job next summer. Bad thing. Unless I want a dumb job like cleaning or something else equally uninteresting. Bah. Not that it's likely for me to get a decent job anyway, because most summer jobs are gotten by connections. This system sucks.

I better go study biology.

YAY YAY YAY!

So many reasons to be happy. Not even the upcoming Bio exam on Monday can spoil my great mood.

1. We WON the crazy scouts competition which included dressing up in weird doll costumes and running around Helsinki. First out of 88 teams. We rock. And also blew a tenth of our year budget on the party. I ate too much grapes and felt ill and forgot to watch a tv program. Whoops

2. Exam week is halfway through - 2 down, 2 to go

3. So far my exam week has been a success. I'd say I got at least a 6 from physics, maybe a 7, and I know I got a 7 from chemistry, because the exam was checked already. And obviously these grades would be in the IB scale from 1 to 7, 7 being the best and 4 being the lowest passing grade. Ad bio and english A2 should be easy - I know everything there is to know about Nucleic acids and Photosynthesis and plant respiration. No way I'll mix DNA translation and transcription, like last time. And anyone can write a decent comparative commentary for english.

4. I met this nice guy a few days ago. He does have a funny name though. Really funny. Haha.

5. Um. Oh. What else?

6. Less than a month to my b-day. Although I'm not planning to celebrate it or aything. Not that people shouldn't give me loads of gifts. Please do. But I can't bother to have a party or anything. Not that my parents would allow it in first place. Actually, I'll be spending my b-day at school and cycling practise. Yay... I better make my parents invite some relatives over some day so they can give me cool gifts.

7. I'll spend next friday and saturday looking after a dog. He's nice. His owners have a nice house and a huge tv with a gazillion channels, a fast internet connection and a fancy coffee machine. And the people will actually pay me for looking after their nice Jack Russel terrier. Good times.

8. The weekend after I'm really busy. We'll have an all-night movie marathon, and then I'll be working at the International dog show. Namely, I'll get free entry on both days, free food and drink, work for a couple precious CAS hours and then go watch the BIS and the way cool other stuff going on, like lama agility.How can lamasa do agility. anyway? I'll have to see that. Way fun. Not to mention the cool people I'll hang out with. I'll need a lot of caffeine on saturday, since it's right after the movie marathon...

And then the bad things...

A new term starts next Thursday. The bore. And I'll have maths. NOOOOO. I actually have five courses. Two days with lessons until four. And three mornings starting at 8.10. No way I'll make it. Considering how I got severe symptoms of ADHD with long days from 8.10 to 14.30, no way I'll be able to stay awake until 4 pm. Doom awaits.

But hey. I had a term with 7 courses last year, and I made it. Can this be any worse? Nah. I'll make it. Maybe. Most likely. Hope so

No, I'm not wearing a short skirt. My legs just happen to be long, creating an optical illusion of my skirt being on the shortish side

I assume the title was self explanatory. I decided to wear my favorite skirt today, which is, according to my mom, short. She even went as far as to call it a mini, which it isn't.

Anyhow, a skirt which may be a tiny bit on the short side, might not be the most convenient thing to wear in the lovely November weather here in Finland, even though I don't live in Lapland or anything. The heating value of it is pretty much inexistent, and the wind causes some other problems. I can avoid freezing by wearing warm clothes as well, but the wind factor is a worse problem. Theoretically I guess I could sew some weights to the hem, but I won't. Too much trouble. Not to mention way inconvenient.

Thanks to my skirt, I got a lot of people staring at me today. Mainly male, with the exception of an older lady who had the strong belief that wearing a skirt like mine was a sin. It was pretty sad. But then again that was the least annoying person looking at my skirt. Hello, talk about hypocrites...

1. The train driver guy who didn't bother waiting for me, even though he had to see me running to make it to the train. Obviously you noticed me, considering the way you stared at my legs. BAD
2. The weirdly dressed freak with round black sunnies. FREAK. For crying out loud, don't turn around when I've passed you and continue staring. That's way wrong. Don't.
3. The "gentleman" who let a middle-aged woman pass you when leaving the train, but didn't bother to not look at me. HMPFT.
   
4. And everyone else who did something similar.
   

I probably won't wear the skirt for some time. Or then I will, despite the trouble. Shall see.

The problem with multiple calendars

... happens to be one I'm experiencing. Seriously. Who volunteers to be the BIG BOSS of a scouts camp over the weekend, when you have your maths, physics and chemistry exams the next week. Not to mention the whole G4 project. *collapses under upcoming workload*.
Yup. That would be me. Whoops. Might be a bad thing considering how I tend to catch a cold on every scouts thing I go to and end up sleeping less than an hour per night. Probably a bad thing, especially with those exams.

But my life isn't a complete mess. My nice parents gave me money, they are opening a new shop I like on Thursday, I'm all hyped up about Christmas (= more shopping not to mention a few weeks off from the nasty concentration camp some mistakenly call school) and I've got only one lab report to write this week. Goody. Not to mention it's party season. And they have a special edition of my fave mascara, but I still won't buy it if they don't have it waterproof. Honestly, wearing watersoluble makeup in Finland's winter is a no-no. I do like the snow, however. It actually is snowing right now, great. Wait. that means that I'll have to get my darling boots fixed, and replace my bike's summer tires with winter ones. Ah, the bore. I better make someone do it for me.

I found the best ever black jeans. The only catch was the price. Slightly more than what I'm willing to pay, but maybe my nice parents will. Come on, a pair of jeans is a must. And I'll need to splurge on the spa set and strengthening nail polish. My nails chip way too often. maybe I'll just get artificial nails. Or hope the strengthener works. Shall see.

To be continued...

Feeling random

We had Saturday school on the 10th. Trust me to come up with some cunning plan to avoid it. So, instead of having to go to school for one lesson, I decide to arrange a scouts camp thingy. It was something I'd have to do anyway, so why not now? However, I ended up having to wake up way earlier than I would have if I'd have gone to school (I woke up at 6:54, too cruel) AND my hair still smells a bit like smoke even though I've washed it three times (!!!) after coming home. It's a lot beter now, though. But still. I finally got home around 2 pm yesterday after a fun weekend which involved way too little sleep, non-gourmet food, playing around in the snow and a shocking game of spin-the-bottle. Seriously. My scouts group managed to shock me. BIG time. Seriously. And to think that they're small not-so-innocent girls between 12 and 15 years. Gah. Not to mention the other leader, 16, but still. And trust the other leader to ask all sorts of bitchy questions about this guy I'm interested in. Gah. Talk about annoying. I didn't end up lying, though. But I didn't tell the whole truth, not even close. Ha. And she ended up confessing she was bi, which slightly freaked me out. Totally freaked me out, to be more precise. Honestly, she scares me.

We got the exclusive magazine from my favorite store. I saw loads of way cute yet not that cheap stuff I instantly needed. Bad me. But then again I do suffer from chronic shopaholism. Too bad. And I just got a nice amount of money, so I should do fine. Not to mention that my parents will pay for some of the stuff. A way too small part of them though, but still.

I went shopping today and had to use the subway. I've got nothing against it in general, but today, however, I had a tiny problem. I was wearing my favorite skirt, which happens to be a bit on the short side. It is longer than my coat, though. Not short as in slutty, but way above kneelength. So, I got some guys, most of which were way older, staring at me. Not fun. Although some of them were younger and not bad-looking. But still. In general, not that great. But wearing a short-ish skirt does boost anyone's ego. I totally recommend it. Assuming you are female and don't have way too fat legs. In that case, don't. It's a severe crime towards style and the people around you. Or at least me.

And I have to finish this written assignment for English A2 by tomorrow. Not fun. I better go write it.

When the system is to be blamed,

blame the system. Or thats what I do, at least.

This is what you get from all the money saved on our mental healthcare. Someone goes crazy and shoots other poor people. I never thought this could happen here. Finlad was supposed to be safe. Turns out I was wrong. Some guy a year older than me went and shot his principal and seven others. Scary.

I love my life. Currently, anyway

Whatever. I just paid for my ticket to Girugämesh at Tavastia, 2.2.08. I shocked a few people by this info, namely 2, so far. I expect the number to grow radically by the time I let more people know about it. The people I shocked so far: the person at the ticket service. Apparently I didn't look like the type who would go see a j-rock band. especially when the line for front-row places for the Dir en gray gig today extended around the block, full of people who did look like j-rock fans.
The same thing was a large-ish surprise to a classmate of mine I knew was into j-rock. She literally screamed "what" and was all like wtf for some time. And I thought she did know what kind of music I listened to. anyhow, she's going too, and I'm calling my other j-rock-type-friends to see if they're coming as well.

Overhyped - yay yay yay

Ok, I currently I feel great
I had a great day at this completety crazy detective/city orienteering/random competition which involved coming up with totally mad conspiracy theories and dressing up in a weird way - and walking around the center of Helsinki. It was awesome.

Also, my new favorite band since not long ago, Girugämesh, is coming to Finland in February. I already booked my ticket. Now I'll just need to persuade someone else to come there too.

Reasons, Glitter and Flu

Anyhow, time to update. And since I've just caught a cold, no-one should question my right to hog the computer all for myself.

[15 min later someone does question my right and takes the computer away from me]

About last Friday. Yes, my reason to skip school was great. I spent the day at this seminar-meeting-politics-thingy. Very honorable and cool. My bio teacher was very impressed and didn't mind at all that I missed my lesson even though it was supposedly an important lab.

Halloween. A great excuse to dress up in a weird way and have fun. Naturally. I had an awesome time at a friend's halloween party. And my costume was great. Especially the gloves. They rocked. The bad thing was the glitter. The tiger fur pattern was made of golden glitter, which got stuck everywhere. Literally. But I must say that the pvc tail was going slightly over the top. Probably why I didn't wear it except for the few minutes when we picked the best costume. Anyhow, I had a great time, despite the glitter that I found from my face/hair/top even the next day.

I spent a few hours on Sunday at a books/food event. I got loads of freebies, including two books. And they had all sorts of yummy cheeses etc to taste. Then I got annoyed on monday when I didn't find the herb feta from the shop they said it would be. Bad.

And I caught a horrible flu. I felt like sh*t for days, but had to go to school because of the labs we had. I hate labs. And my chemistry teacher. And... many other things

Way cool

I had the best excuse ever to skip school today. And a reason good enough to gain you lots of respect from the teachers, luckily including my science teachers whe didn't end up minding that I missed an apparently important lab on how to use some Vernier equipment. My chemistry teacher seemed a bit angry at first, but when she heard why I'd take the day off and that the bio or physics teachers not to mention my group teacher were ok with it, she didn't complain. Sometimes I get this feeling that all the teachers in our school have been kidnapped by aliens and replaced with clones which are loads more sympathetic. Why do so, I have no clue. But that happens to be the only logical explanation.

Gah. I have to stop now, thanks to my brother who apparentlyneeds the computer right now. Boo. I'll write more on what I actually did today later, if I bother. Maybe. Who knows.

An unimportant notice

I started a new blog, to put the ranting there and the other stuff here. The possible problem with that is, that I'll end up not writing here anymore. Check out http://aboveallthat.blogspot.com/

Oh.

I nearly forgot. I did pass my Bio exam after all.

Where did my hug button go???

I.Hate.The.IB(O).

The title is self-explanatory. After hours of trying to find out the other major source of error in our lab on the salt content of a sausage. Who cares, anyway? After all, our teachers in A1 and A2 languages repeat over and over thet "the IBO doesn't care" if someone adds something personal to an essay. So, no-one cares. I might have found out the source of error. And it took only 3 hours or so. Par-tay. Our chemistry teacher is such a bitch to give our first real lab report on CE (conclusion and evaluation), the hardest possible area.

Another reason to hate the IB, or more accurately, my school, is the whole environment prize it won. Now we have to watch The Inconvenient Truth (ok, nothing against that) and go visit a dump. Honestly, could anything be more useless??? And they are during school hours, theoretically. Bad thing is that the event iis tomorrow. I happen to have school for the first two lessons only, so I'd have to waste an afternoon at a dump. If I'd miss lessons, I'd be totally into the whole thing. But no. And I have a praparatory meeting for this seminar I'm going to on friday, and I'll miss its beginning because of this. I've got nothing against the movie, but the dump? No thanks.

I also have a problem. How on earth do you pronounce "touché"? I feel dumb. Someone help me. I have a feeling that I know, but it sounds weird.

Never mind... What else...

My calendar is a chaos. No, seriously. It's got way more stuff than there would fit. Every night for the next two weeks I'd need to be in two places the same time. And that's excluding my cycling practises. Oh dear.

And I'm a bad person as well. According to the quiz at http://www.myfootprint.org/ my ecological footprint is 13,2 global hectares. If everyone live like me, we'd need 7,3 planets. Whoops. The average ecological footprint in Finland is 8,4 global hectares. Now I feel even worse.

Back to school... blah.

After a week (plus the weekend before, obviously) without school I had to return to my ordinary rhythm of waking up way too eary, going to school, doing something and going to sleep way too early. Or then going to sleep way too late, ie normal time, but too late when considering that I have to wake up really early.

I happily spent the autumn break thinking about everything else except for school. Now I should have read the most boring book ever (Kazuo Ishiguro's The remains of the day) by tomorrow. Whoops. Something's telling me I maybe should have read more that 100 pages so far. But the book happens to be really long and totally boring. How it ever won the booker prize or had a movie made of it, I have no clue. Ok, I kind of get it that the theme can be related to any time d the book is kind of deep, but still! Gah. Thank God for SparkNotes. I love that website.

What else? Um. I spent last monday and tuesday shooting a tv program, and the rest of the break raking our backyard. And the yard of our summer place. Fun. not. Oh and I went swimming. In a lake. It was cold-ish. Around 4 C. Ok, freezing.

And I tried to find new jeans, but failed so far. Honestly, who buys all that weird stuff theshops are full of? I have to try again. Bah.

WTF? (blond syndrome attack)

On my dashboard it says that I have 53 posts, on my blog it says that I have 48. weird. One more after this, maybe. Or then not. Weird.
Haha. I'm such a blonde. Never mind

Of ambiguosities (<- is that a word???) and withdrawal symptoms

I'm lazy. I had to check up the "withdrawal symptom" word from the dictionary, but I was too lazy to go find the one from my room. Like less than ten meters away. Instead, I had to go to an online translator, or many (all of the real sucky) and I ended up not finding a translation. Darn. So I had to go to my room and fetch the dictionary anyway. What a waste of time.

And it's too bad I don't own a phrase dictionary of Italian, since I want to know the real translation of "Così è, se vi pare". I found the quote somewhere a few months ago and then I forgot the translation. And when I googled it, I found two different translations. Gaah. I so hate ambiguous cases. It's either "Right You Are - If You Think You Are" or "As you like it". In either case, I like it. And as I think I'm roght, I am. As I like it.
Problem solved.

I saw a great movie with my friend. It's fifteen years old or so. A Chinese Ghost Story, by Ching-Siu Tung. I think that's how you spell the name. I'm way too lazy to check. Anyway, it was awesome.

Our better computer is running out of memory (who told my brother to rip all those cds?) and we have to remove loads of stuff. Most of it will be burned on dvds, so my brother had to change the cd-thingy (no clue whatsoever on the real word, and couldn't care less either) to one which reads and writes dvds. So, he spent an hour or so doing it, and then loads of time burning his stuff to dvds. Then the internet stopped working. I got on a really bad mood because he was annoying (although I plead the fifth and blame withdrawal symptoms) and hogging the computer. Oh and he questioned the quality of the music I was listening to (Ame no Orchestra by MUCC). He was all like "do you call that music" and "that hasn't seen music, ever" and "That's nothing". Such a nice guy, he sure is. Always. NOT. And then his girlfriend came over and I can't be nasty to him. His luck.

The internet works again. Yay.

And speaking of burning stuff, we were discussing the memory problem of our computer a week ago or so. I asked would my parents pay for the dvds/cds I needed for my stuff and they said yes, and my brother said "Yes, everything you want to keep will be burned". Accidentally. Lol.

Yay!

I got a 7 from English A2.

My little brother thought it was funny and laughed at me because he thought that I was really sucky. Then he was told that the IB grade system is 1-7, not 4-10. Ha!

It all makes sense the way I say it

Like when they sell chocolate unforgivably cheap, I just have to buy it. But where did all those people appear from? Like half of the city was at Stockmann. I seriously need to be there earlier tomorrow. Good thing my school starts with our group meeting at 10:55, So I'll have plenty of time before that. Yay! I so love shopping. I saw the cutest dress ever (a status which changes often, I tell you), at Zara, and only 49,95. And lots of other things too. The bag which I had planned to buy from Stockmann wasn't es nice as it seemd in the catalogue, so I skipped it and bought food instead. And still 4 hours before the meeting of our set design (or is it script) group's meeting. I may have to go to Stockmann again. If I get bored or the library staff shoo me out. Hope not, cause that would be destructive to my bank account.

<3 GALNA DAGAR

Yes, I hate the heart symbol too. I used it just for the sake of being annoying. Title is supposed to be self-explanatory.

My luck

... to get my estimated score in the Swedish matriculation exam on the border of an L and an E. Well, now all I need to do is to wait until december and hope that the other 11000 people were really sucky and that the person checking my exam at the YTL will raise my points in the essay. Hope so.
No, I'm not frustrated at all. But I did do better than some others in my group. And an E is really good anyway. Hey, No swedish studies ever again. Par-tay!!!

But still. I'm kind of annoyed. Ok, it's pretty sure that I will end up getting an E, but still. Aargh.

Movies

I just finished watching the totally best movie ever. A Terracotta warrior, by whats-his-name. Who cares. Anyhow, it was like the best movie I've seen in ages. Although it was quite sad. Really sad. I almost cried. Ok, I bawled my eyes off. Not. But there was a happy end, kind of.

Now I want to see A Chinese Ghost Story. there were some trailers in the Terracotta warrior, and I got totally hooked to A Chinese Ghost Story. They have it in the library, so I'll get it in a few days. PAR-TAY!!!

WTF?

I did pass physics. Even with a grade a lot better than I thought. And the sale at my favorite shop starts next week. And I even have money. Now that's something, considering my inexistent skills at saving money.

I also passed every exam I've already gotten back. I'm pretty sure I passed bio as well, but I'm not that sure about it because papers 1 and 2 might be graded separately. That might be bad, considering how I lost a lot of points with that essay. But I think I passed. If the grade boundaries are around the same as in other sciences' paper 2s. Hope so. Cecause then I did actually quite well. Hey, if the grading is like in Chemistry, I might get a 7!

My abs hurt like hell because of the pilates and the 30km cycling. Otherwise it would have been no prob whatsoever, but halfway through it started to rain. I got totally soaked. Not fun. And I might be getting flu or something. BUT because I feel ill, I decided to skip today's cycling practise. Good thing too, because we'd have a test on how good form we are in, like how many abs or pushups you can do in a minute or running the totally horrible line thing or something. The moral of the story: excercise on the previous day without stretching, and you can skip next day's horrible practise.

A fortune for the ground to swallow me... but no.

Well. The good news is that I passed my bio exam. Ha. And that I have no exam=no school tomorrow. But the bad thing...

The bio exam as a nightmare, and I had a scrap paper with me. I was writing there bullet points for an essay answer, and I was really frustrated and on a crappy mood. So, I start to write all kinds of stuff on the paper. Not positive stuff about the exam, seriously. Why did I do that?! *slaps self*

Well, when I go to return my exam paper, I accidentally leave also my scrap paper on the teacher's table. And then when the teacher returns our exams after a break (we corrected each others' papers) she says something about an extra paper. I realize that it was my scrap paper and fetch it and crumple it and drop it to the paper recycling container. The teacher looked at me in this really weird way. One of these moments when you wonder do this kind of things ever happen to anyone else. Why was I so dumb as to leave that paper there??? Nooo. Now the teacher will always stare at me in this really angry way. And I've got Higher Level bio. Darn.

But then again, I've got every right to write whatever I wish on my scrap paper. Hey, it's my scrap paper.

And the essay I was writing the bullet points about... turns out I wrote about a wrong topic and got zero points.

Exam week SUCKS!

No, seriously. I have no reason to love studying chemistry and BIO and all these other subjects. Ok, I've only got one exam I need to study for left, but still. And then I end up spending my time doing everything else which is more interesting than studying. Like yesterday I even spent an hour or so cleaning the house. Hello, desperation?

Ok, but after the Bio exam tomorrow it's all over (ok, I've still got the english exam on friday, but thats only like an essay on some media issue, so no way I can study for that one. And no exam=no school on thursday. Par-tay!

And I'm like five entries behind on my CAS diary. Lazy me. I better finish them today, before I'll have any more to write about. And the weather is sucky. As always.

I found a totally cute leather jacket from my mom's wardrobe. She got it from her sister, and now I hogged ot for myself. Finders, keepers. Although my mom was all ok about me using it.

Why?

Why on earth did they limit the size of the file they wanted?

We're taking part to this totally cool event with my scouts group. We have to sing up with an e-mail with a photo with a certain topic attached. The bad thing is, that I used my brother's über-great professional-quality digital camera - and the file size was six times the maximum they accepted. Whoops. After some serious cropping and making the image quality worse, I finally made it into the 200 kb allowed. Why didn't they just allow all sizes, and use a better e-mail in order not to block it???

Blah. And I had to disfigure my masterpiece photo. All for no real use. Such a shame.

Phew.

It might not have been that bad. I think I did pretty well *touches wood*. But I'll get the preliminary results in a few weeks, the final scores I'll get in December. Touch sh*t if the scores say I'm on the border between two grades. That would mean I'll be totally nervous until I get the final results. Hope not.

Wish me good luck

Here goes nothing
I'll stop doing useless stuff and study instead. If I'm not too shocked tomorrow, I'll write how the exam went. Maybe.

Tomorrow this time it's all over.

Oh d-d-dear d-d-dear! -Piglet, from Winnie the Pooh

In other words, I've got the matriculation exam for swedish tomorrow. Amd I've got ythis feeling I should be studying. But honestly, what use will I have of knowing that a widow is en änka in swedish. Or that the Nobel prize of Chemistry is Nobelpriset i kemi?

No use whatsoever. The good thing is, that if (and when) I'll get an E (or an L) that after tomorrow I'll neverever need to study swedish. Partay! Jag ska ha en fest!!! Eller inte. And I've already lost 7/90 in the listening comprehension, so I can only afford to lose about 20 points in the reading comprehension and essay in order to get an L, or about 50 points to get an E. Ok, I'll get an E. *knocks wood*I will! And then a few weeks before I'll get to know the results. And then they'll be moderated, and I'll get to know my final grade in december.

And I'm hoping I passed my physics exam, meaning I got 20 points out of 50. That's what it takes. I hope I did. Otherwise I'm in trouble. N´But my finnish exam went really well. Or that's what I think, anyway.

And I just decided I have to go to cycling practise tocay. Otherwise I'll just start panicking loads and walk around the house in a circle until I make a hole in the floor. And then I wouldn't get sleep or something. So I'll go to practise to get something done.

Speaking of getting something done, I'll need to buy food for the exam. Like a really clever person (my brother's girlfriend) said, the matriculation exam is a 6-hour picnic. That requires a lot of chocolate and something alse too. Maybe. That means that I'll have to drag myself to the shop and buy something. Quelle hard work... but what must be done must be done. I guess. *starts planning what to eat*
Behold my wondrous list:

• chocolate
• something to drink
• something else to eat

Boy is my list great. Or what?

I better concentrate. Or go study the irregular verbs. Jag ska gå göra det. Jag går nu. Nehej, jag gick inte. Har har inte ännu gått.
Min svenska är great. No doubt I'll do fine.

The equation of my life

The cost of all the things I need > The money I have = Bad thing
T > M = B
I order to solve this, either T must be reduced (won’t work, the result won’t be a rational number) or M must be increased. This would result in G, (Good thing).

Ha. I wish. And comme toujours je suis tres random. Oh well.

A humble request

Dear physics teacher: Please give me a 4 from the exam so that I will pass this course and I don’t need to retake the exam. I know I should have studied more and I need to do it in the future, but I had to study for my matriculation exam in swedish and that took up most of my time. Please have mercy on me and give me the passing grade. Pretty please??? *puppy eyes*

Thats not too much wanted, is it???

Anyhow, this library computer has a serious problem. It doesn’t recognise the symbols and if I wanted to write something I need to copy-paste it from Word, where I can add a symbol. Sucky computer. It worked just fine last week, and now it only recognises the alphabet and the Enter sign. I hate you too.

Shopping day! Once again

Seriously. These skip lessons and cancelled lessons are killing me. Or, more precisely, killing my bank account. I've spent 60 in three days, and I saw a totally cute waist belt and bag and silk top and silk dress and found a new parfume and... The list goes on and on. Not to mention I should be saving money for a new road bike. Why can't some billionaire see me on the street and donate me a fortune for no reason?

But I had to buy the purple silky top I saw yesterday, and then I needed the new shampoo and another top. So far I've only bouhgt 3 things today. Must be a record of some sort.

Then I walked past this dumb group of people who were trying to sell some hair stylers and they offered to do my hair for free. Ok, I said and sat on the chair. The sales person (her name was Vida or something) started this advertising speech about a hair styler I knew I had no intention to buy and curled my hair at the same time. Then she accidentally sprayed some hair lotion thingy to my shopping bag (thank God it didn't go through the paper bag and spoil my new silky top, or I'd have probably fed that hair styler to her. Or burned her hair with it. Whatevs. Then when the curls on my hair looked way weird and I was bored with the whole thing, she actually mentioned the price of the dumb hair styler "only 200, but with a 50% discount 'cause they've just opened in Finland". I was all like wtf and then she asked did I like my hair the way she had done it. I was only like "maybe not quite my thing" and didn't say anything I really was thinking. So then she straightened my hair back. And burned a bit of my scalp when she wasn't being careful. Not surprisingly, I didn't buy the product and told her I'd find a cheaper one also made out of ceramic. She didn't believe I'd find one and acted like a real bitch. But I did find one at Hair Store. Ha! The moral of the story: Don't believe salespeople or let them style your hair. Avoid them like the plague.

Delirium! continued

Two hours later, another library, another computer. I just found out that they sell the cd with the soundtrack of Delirium in the internet shop if Cirque du Soleil, yay! And its not even that expensive. Ok, everything is relative, I guess, but its not that bad and I want a few of those songs really badly. Not surprisingly, they don't sell Cirque du Soleil soundtracks in Itunes. Dumb I-tunes.
And I found the cutest top even, purple and made out of some silky material, they actually had the right size and it was only 20e. Happy day!

I got a lot better grades from my lab reports that I had expected, although they could have been a lot better. Still, I did get full marks from Design. Nothing said about Data collection and processing of Conclusion and evaluation... You can't expect everything to go perfectly. And it was my first official lab report ever. lol. I first wrote "my first official lad report"... my typo problem can be entertaining as well. Ha. And another 3 hours before my next lesson... And again my time on the library computer is up, so I have to quit. I'll go study swedish or something.

Delirium!

That was just amazing... One of these moments when you decide you want to be a circus worker when you grow up. And I want the cd with all the songs from the show. That one is still ringing in my head. "one chance gotta take it, don't let it go..."

I love cirque du soleil.
And my time on the library computer is running out, so I have to quit. More later. Maybe.

Delirium

No, not quite literally. Duhh. I haven't consumed that much alcohol or studied swedish way too much lately. The Delirium I'm referring to is the show of the Cirque du Soleil, a canadian circus which is currently in Finland for a few days.

And of course my parents bought us tickets. Sadly, they are "our early b-day presents". Phooey. What did I do wrong to deserve such a fair treatment? And that means they won't buy me a bike. Not that they wouldanyhow, cause they apparently think it's too expensive. Come on, they bought by brother a really expensive bike and he quit after competing one season. Talk about fair.

Well anyway, I'm going to the performance tonight and I'll lose a few precious hours of study time. Too bad. I've already lost a lot more when I've been on the computer.

I've got a memory problem

Maybe I should become a professor, cause they're all absent-minded.

And that was a really dumb thing to forget too. Duhh. This will annoy me like for ages. Or then, more likely, I'll forget all about it.

Oh ****

One week... before the damn swedish final exam. And exam week starts on wednesday, with two "normal" exams before the swedish final. Sadly, they both are ones that require studying for. Oj då. I wish I'll pass.

Shoppa-shoppar-shoppade-shoppat. Who says I can't conjugate verbs? I noticed, once again, that I've used loads of money for random stuff x. And that might be a not-so-good thing. And a lot of the stuff I bought I'll actually never wear. Like that knit dress. The color doesn't fit me at all. I look all pale in it. But I need loads of other stuff, such as a few pairs of new jeans and more make-up and shoes and a coat and a bag and other clothes. I need to a) win a lot of money in the lottery or b) make friends with a generous person who has recently won a lot of money in the lottery.

The weather is still sucky. I hate fall even more...

I spent the most useless two hours of my life yesterday at some lecture about an internet science magazine for teens. Seriously. But they did give us cider (non-alcoholic <-boo) and cake
(it didn't even taste that good and still contained loads of calories). And I was late from NÄT. No use whatsoever.

My freaky chemistry teacher showedsigns of uncommon behaviour today. She actually believed my excuse for "I really don't understand this stuff". That bis like the most obvious lie ever. The real story: " I couldn't bother to do my homework". But anyway she didn't mind at all and then when I had finished the excercises given during the lesson really fast (obviously I did know what to do, I always had and it was really easy) she told me to do them out on the chalkboard since they were so well done. Apparently most of the others sisn't know how to do them well. Anyway, she spent the rest of the lesson (5 minutes or so) prainising my solutions. That was way annoying. Seriously. I hate that person. But maybe she really thought that I had just understood the theory during the lesson. Poor teacher. But hey, despite the awkwardness, this might rise my attitude grade to an a instead of the c I thought I'd get. Hope so.

And I had a great time at NÄT, when I finally got there almost two hours late thanks to the boring lecture on the science magazine thingy. And I found the cutest silk dress ever, sadly it costs a fortune so I don't know should I buy it. And I need a gym bag and excercise clothes and excercise shoes and... and...

And the shopaholic went on and on with the endless shopping list. Until everyone else fell asleep from boredom.

Of Exclusive day and chaos

So much to do, so little time. Really. With this rate, I'll have to do schoolwork, scouts, NÄT and cycling more than shopping and watching movies and hanging out with my friends. Things sure are taking a nasty turn.

And I had planned to do all kinds of stuff yesterday before the play we were going to watch with our finnish group. But then the main actor had gotten some nasty illness and the performance was cancelled. Bye-bye, money. And the other time they offered us is a day when I totally can't go there. Too bad. I'll complain to TITE (thats our teacher) and the therter and the culture minister if needed, but I'll get my money back. Or actually it never was my money, since my parents paid it. Whatever. And then I was still planning to go shopping after school, but I got a stomach ache. Is my luck great or what???

And today is the Exclusive day at Stockmann, my favorite dapartment store. And I happen to have an exclusive customer card (ok, a parallel card to my dad's one but I use loads of money anyway there so I could get one mysefl too. If I'd be 18 already). Well anyway, I went there and thought I'd save some money on stuff. But I didn't really find anything nice. And an evil granny ran there and hit me and I almost fell down. She just stared at me in an evil way and didn't say she was sorry or anything. Actually she made it clear that it mas my fault to begin with. Bitch. Then I, for no real reason said "I'm sorry" and she just grunted something with that evil tone of hers. And when she speedwalked away I heard her grumbling something about these younger people of today. Oh well. BITCH

Despite the nasty weather I wore my new boots yesterday. Walking with them didn't hurt half as much as I expected, even thoug they have a 7cm heel. Success.

I met my brother's girlfriend on break yesterday and we went to buy yoghurt. In general I like blood oranges, so just for my curiousity I bought blood orange yoghurt. Wasn't worth it. But it wasn't bad. Ok, but the cloudberry-vanilla yoghurt she bought was a lot better. I know what I'll buy next time. Unless I'll come up with another great yet slightly weird idea for a snack. Like chocolate yoghurt. Or something. Or maybe not

"Adams was wrong. The meaning of life is 45"

And I came up with that one myself.
Apparently most people didn't understand that. All of my classmates did. It comes from the Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, where the super computer thingy says that the answer to the great question is 42. And the funny bit comes from changing the number to 45, which is the maximum number of points I can get on my IB final diploma. And all the teachers keep telling us that school really doesn't matter that much, what matters is a good life. Frankly, even if I wouldn't try really hard the IB is still a hell of a job, so that means goodbye to the lives of us IB students. Thus the IB is our life, and getting full points is the whole point. Or else I've wasted a few precious years of my life. Nah. Thats not how it works. I'm taking it easy anyway, and this is just school.

Still raining

I hate this season more and more every day. And the feared Swedish final is only a week and a few days from now. Gak. Varför skriver jag den här utan att läsa svenska???

And it's still cold, wet, nasty, windy, horrible out there. That means I can't use my new boots. I'll wear them tomorrow, no matter what. Unless it's really horrible. Maybe.

I have to go see this play with our finnish course tomorrow. From what I've heard, it's totally sucky and depressing. And it takes the whole tomorrow night. Which reminds me that I have to finish writing the finnish hw assignment which I now am supposedly doing.

My english oral internal assesment went really well, which is a positive surprise. And out feared BIO lab ended up being a real joke: We had to perform a roleplay on DNA replication, translation and transcription. It was really fun.

I'm going to see Delirium on sunday. As in Delirium, the show of the Cirque de Soleil, the totally cool modern circus from Canada. Then I started panicking because I don't know what to wear. That's just so me.

Rain

Now I remember why I hate fall. The weather is totally depressing and rainy and windy and cold and horrible. And it's really dark all the time, except for like two hours. And it's so windy I can't bother to go cycling, because hordes of mushroom-pickers and people with their dogs are swarming in the forest trails I like, and the roads are too windy and there are loads of dumb rollerskaters/-skiers there with their mad sticks and kamikaze movements. Too bad. So I'll just have to do pilates and go running. Unless it's too cold for that too.

Today was like the best schoolday ever. One lesson, and we spent that watching a really interesting dvd. Rupert Murdoch, you are such a son of a bitch. Seriously. And actually a half of the lesson was spent moving from classroom a to classroom b to class c and finally d. But the movie, Outfoxed, was really good. Or the parts we saw, anyway.

Man cheng jin dai huang jin jia

As in The Curse of the Golden Flower
Oh well. It was such a great movie. A shame it was so sad and my favorite character died (not surprisingly but still). And I seriously hated the emperor guy. Gong Li is a great actor. And the Jai guy was seriously cool. And hot. And a good fighter. And, and, and...

Apparently I have a real typo problem. I just can't seem to do anything about it. And yes, AnMe, the word I meant was unnaturally, not unnaturalily. Duhh. A fortune for a spellcheck. One that actually works.

Maybe this concussion was of some use after all, since everyone is really nice to me, except for the hated chemistry teacher, of course, but you can't get everything. Why did I pick HL chemistry? and I can't even balance equations properly.

I didn't get full points in the swedish listening comprehension, I had two or three mistakes. Darn. My brother got only one. I'll never stop hearing that. Then again, if I'll do better in the reading comprehension, grammar and essay I might end up with a better grade. Too bad I have real problems with word order. Anyway it's a great thing that the essay doesn't have to be anything deep (in the preliminary exam I wrote about being an au pair in a house where the kids were horrible brats whe drank washing detergent and the mother was a clean freak). I bet I got full points. Not.

Two weeks before the exam. *panicks*

I'm finally in good enough condition to go cycling again after hurting my head in practices on tuesday. Yay. Finally something else to do than just hanging around home. Good. I seriously need to cycle more and get into better form. I should buy a new pair of cycling pants, but a) they look dumb and b) my legs will look horrible in them. Bad thing. Maybe I should eat even less every day and cycle even more (behold my master plan).

And the huge cut on my chin is slowly but surely getting better. Maybe.

Concussion

Oh well. Just my luck to get a concussion and feel like shit. And have a huge cut on my chin. With good luck the cut will heal in a few weeks. Go me... *starts crying again*

The good thing is that suddenly everyone'stotally nice to me. Even the teachers were all like "be careful now" and "take it easy" and "don't come back to school before you're totally ok again". And they didn't seem to mind at all that I left after only 2 lessons. Maybe I should hurt my head more often. Or then I'm just lying in a hospital bed, imagining this all. Hope not.

And I need to be better by saturday so I can go watch the Curse of the Golden Flower. And I'd like to be fine tomorrow so that I can leave to school unnaturally (<- is that a word???) early and buy the cute boots for 1e. I totally love these mad discount thingies they have. Shopping = the meaning of life. Or maybe not. But still.

Am I making any sense???
No clue. I better stop

Blood, sweat and tears

Quite literally too. MY FACE IS RUINED!!!
*cries*

And just as I thought it couldn't get any worse

Well. It looks like I really did it this time. Namely, screwed up my chances of getting a good grade in my swedish final. And all because I happened to be tired in the morning and wanted some tea (tea has just as much caffeine as coffee). I poured some hot water to a cup and got loads of hot water vapour on my hand. My right hand, to be exact. And I happen to be right-handed. And I totally had no idea that water vapour could burn your hand that badly. At first it hurt just a bit, and I thought I'd get away with it just by keeping acold pack there for the time I had before I had to leave.

Then after 15 minutes or so in the train my hand hurts like hell. Apparently water vapour can burn your skin. Live and learn. The other people must have thought I had a problem of some sort. My expression must have looked somewhat weird. Or then they didn't even notice me.

So, having extra time before the listening comprehension test started, I went to a shop and bought the cheapest frozen vegetable pack and used it as a cold pack. The bad thing was, that I couldnt take the frozen veg-thing with me to the exam. It had a list of swedish ingredients, and I could have had some help from the or something. So, I took the listening comprehension test with my hand hurting loads. I bet it disturbed my concentration or something.

Knowing my oh-so-great luck my hand hurts a lot less after a few hours. And another sucky thing is that now my fingers smell like vegetables because the bag broke. Oh well. And I shoukld write a comment on a totally incomprehensible poem. And learn by heart all the symbols and names of all the elements in the periodic table. Is my life great or what??? Nah.

Go me...

They ate all the ice-cream. Although it did take a lot of self-control when they asked did I really not want any of it.

Must - resist - urge - to - eat - ice-cream

My parents and little brother went to see some relatives and pick up berries and mushrooms, but I stayed home, hoping to be able to study swedish by watching at swedish movies. Nah. My big brother brings his girlfriend over and they start watching Friends. Cool. And they bought ice-cream and all sorts of yummy stuff, and, sadly, offered some for me too.

Now I hope that writing this will take me so long that they'll have finished the ice-cream by the time I'll get to the freezer. I wish. My dieting is seriously doomed to fail. Oh well. I guess I'll go see if there's any ice-cream left

Diagnosis: Shopaholic

Happy day! I found the cutest leather bag ever, and it's totally cheap as well. Ok, that could be questioned but 80e isn't much for a leather bag. Especially when I was ready to buy the Longchamp bag which was 400. Ok, I'd have bought it as a christmas present to myself, since I couldn't have afforded it any before. But still. I could say that I just saved about 320e. Except that I didn't have my Visa Electron with me so I'll have to wait until monday, but I think it'll still be there. And then I bought other little stuff such as a dvd (Breakfast at Tiffany's), a moisturizer, stuff like that.

If I had less skip lessons and a school further away from the city center I might spend less money. Which would leave me more money to spend for other stuff. No, wait, it doesn't work like that. Shame. But then I could afford a good road bike for next summer.

I'll spend the weekend watching movies. And also cycling loads, probably, now that my flu is better and I'll probably eat loads while watching those movies. So, I'll excercise more - problem solved. Again one could argue that my way of doing things isn't the best possible, but I couldn't care less. That's me.

I did it

I had the health check-up today. The dumb nurse actually believed my explanation for my sudden weight loss over the summer. Hello, it was the worst cover-up story ever. Ha. As if "my eating habits must have been really irregular in the summer" and "I've been cycling a lot lately when I didn't do that almost at all in the spring". The second one was actually true. But still. I almost started laughing. How naïve is that woman???

After an average xc practise I really wish I had the money for a road bike. Seriously. I hardly recognized myself under the mud layer as I came home. Our nasty coach himself didn't bother cycling through the muddy route, but we had to. And I had to wash my bike and shoes and scrape a mud layer several millimeters thick off my legs. I really wish I could afford a road bike, but I'd rather spend the money on other stuff I need as well.

Oj då...

Jag har ju en massa av trouble [now what the heck is that is swedish]. Jag har en [health chek-up] på torsdag och läkaren kommer att bli [furious] därför att jag är många kg smalare än i våras - tack vare en massa av [excercise and dieting]. Och min svenska [sucks].

Jag har en [bad feeling about this]. Oh well. I really need to study swedish. Although if the real exam is anything like the preliminary one, I'll need to do some serious mistakes in order to not get an E, the second-best grade. Of course I'd want an L, the best grade, but an E will do cause my brother got an E and I can't be any worse. And an L takes about 90% correct, so I have the chance to make it, I guess. But an E should be easy. Jag hoppas så, i alla fall.

And exam week is coming up too. I had about forgotten that with all the hassle about the swedish matriculation exam. Whoops. Good thing that there's still 3,5 weeks before that. Tack whatever. And I need to write the fall plan for our scouts group - for tomorrow. Massor av saker att göra, för lite tid. Tough shit. Jag better go och göra något.

... finally over

I made it through my swedish mock exam for the final exam, which is a miracle. And it wasn't half as bad as I had expected. Except for the essay, which, sadly, is a third of the total points. Too bad. And only almost 4 weeks until the real exam. But I did learn something: I had way too little food with me. Totally. Two bars of chocolate is nothing. And the snack you get from school isn't a lot, and I'll probably do the exam in six hours...

"Shooter" ended up being a good movie. My favorite bit was that where Swagger takes down a helicopter by shooting at a gas tank on the ground below it. Talk about special effects.

I'm seriously addicted to chocolate. But I shouldn't eat it. I need to diet. But them again I need chocolate to manage through the matriculation exam in swedish. Why did I decide to do it this fall anyway??? I must be going mad.

Just sick

We had our english lesson about more ads today, and one of my friends showed this totally freaky car ad from YouTube. It's scary. Poor cat. And pidgeon. Those were just sick.
Ad with the cat
Ad with the pidgeon

No wonder those weren't on for a long time and think the cat one wasn't even released but some guy from the advertising company put it on the internet. Eww.

Anyway, I'm on another skip lesson at the library computer. 3 hours until the next lesson begins. Yay. Not. I had a really hectic morning, so I forgot my train ticket and mobile phone. I'm in trouble, cause I need to call my friend about this culture thing we have to go today. Would I have time to get them now? Now that's an idea.

I will never ever buy a Ford car.

I'm lazy

I still have the flu, so I couldn't go to my cousins' b-day party. Such a shame. But (or so I thought) I'd at least not have the tempation to eat loads. WRONG. My brother is also home now that he's back from the hospital. He's got angina (and a week's sick leave from work with it) and he rented a movie and bought yummy chocolate ice-cream. Someone up there seriously hates my diet. But at least the school nurse won't hate me that much if I gain weight.
I just saw Tero Pitkämäki win the world championship in javelin, yay! Go Finland! *jumps up and down until starts coughing like mad*
The movie my brother rented (SHOOTER) seems boring (otherwise I'd be watching it and not posting here, duh). So far they've been only shooting some random bad guys in Africa and one good guy died. That's the first five minutes. In general I like thrillers, though, so it might end up ok. I better stop posting and go watch it.

Trouble

I need to find a way to avoid the eternal wrath of our scary school nurse. She'll get a fit or something. And send me to an eating disorder clinic or something because of my weight loss. Maybe I'll drink a lot of water just before the health check-up or something. Yes, that's it. Or come up with a really good explanation (I've excercised a lot more lately) or something.

I'm sometimes too nice

I tend to be a really nice person *pretends not to hear serious coughing from behind*, so I often help people when they ask me to. Like today, when my brother asked me to help at the scouts event. I sat outside practically freezing for hours, and didn't gain a single thing from the whole process. Ok, so I maybe did eat one of the yummy muffins his girlfriend made, but he offered it to me. Anyway, then my mom called and told me to go buy a birthday gift for my cousin. I had only just enough money for the stuff I was planning to buy for myself, but did she listen? Anyhow, the shop I was planning to go to closed up earlier than it was supposed to, and it was closed when I got there. The problem was that then I had to walk an extra 2km to another shop where I could buy the present from. And the shop assistants were total bitches and I almost had to beg for a few minutes of their precious time to help me. Nasty. Then I walked back home (another 5km) and my brother called and told me to take the results of the scouts event to the arranger of the event. Again I was nice and obeyed. When I left, it started to rain. I got totally wet, which probably didn't do any good for my flu. I feel most likely even worse tomorrow and can't go to my cousin's party. Shame.

Cough, sneeze, cough

I was feeling really bad last night because of my flu. So bad that I didn't want to fo see the fireworks competition. I hate this flu

How on earth...

...did I have the patience to write such a long post??? Freaky. Sometimes I amuse myself
Still one hour before the darn IB graduation ceremony. I'll ahve to kill more time. And the batteries of my mp3-player are empty. The library people might get suspicious if I spend any more time here. Maybe I'll go buy something to eat (I'm hungry) and then go back to school and read my Vogue.

Random: I want to buy Armani Code, but it costs loads. But I do need a new parfume. But then again Ferragamo's Incanto Shine is only 37e when Code is 50. Decisions, decisions.
I still haven't won a gazillion euros in a lottery, which is a shame. And I should be lucky too, because I found two 4-leaved clovers yesterday. Not that I really was superstitious or anything. They didn't bring me any good luck though, since our bio teacher had a spot test today - on the homework I didn't bother to read. But it was from last year's notes, which I didn't have. That's a sucky excuse, but still. No-one bothered to read it though, so it doesnt' really matter.

I better go back to school and buy some food on the way. That'll be more money spent, but right now I couldn't care less. I need to change my attitude towards saving money seriously. ha. Like that's going to happen anytime soon.

Of english homework, eating disorders, flu, lazy people and older guys

We got the best english hw ever: we have to find an ad (in an english magazine or tv) and write an analysis about it. Ok, the analysis part kind of sucks, but otherwise it's great. And it gave me a great excuse to buy the Vogue magazine. A shame the American Vogue of september wasn't at Stockmann yet, but the August version was ok. (The only september vogue they had was in german. If only it had been the french Vogue - I speak french pretty well - but no.) Then I spent a nice hour or so in the park and reading it. Then it started to feel kind of cold, so I went to the library.

I've got a flu again, which sucks, cause I just had gotten well from the previous one. Why me??? Now my throat hurts like hell and I have to drink loads of something warm. A bad thing, considering all the extra calories. Luckily most places make latte from fat-free milk when you ask them to. Otherwise I'd drink tea, but I hate it without sugar and sugar has too much calories. Maybe my dieting is doomed to fail. Hope not *knocks wood*

The xc championships of our cyclying club were cancelled again, because almost no-one appeared there. Lazy others. Ok, one of them was sick, but that still leaves loads of others. Lazybones

I was totally freaked out today when I went to Stockmann (to buy the Vogue). I was - and I still am, obviously - wearing a slightly short skirt (one I'd not normally wear maybe but we have to dress up nicely for the IB graduation we are forced to attend today. That means I couldn't wear jeans, and I couldn't wear one of my longer skirts because they aren't as neat or the they are too summer-y. So I had to take the skirt I took. Logical. And it'a not even that short, just slightly above my knees.)(oh ok, mid-thigh length. but that's not short). Then as I'm about to open the door and step inside this ugly guy in his alte 40s opens the door for me and says "there you go" really loud. That was freaky. I mean I'm totally used to guys opening doors for me, but he made such a show of it. Which almost brings me to the subject of opening doors. I totally hate opening doors to public places, so I tend to make other people do that for me. Usually some guy appears out of nowhere and does it for me. Success. And from one thing to a flower pot - I usually prefer older guys, but 40+ is way too old. Namely, older and interesting means between 18 and 20. not older, and certainly not younger than 17.

Oh and this flu totally sucks, because I can't practise cycling, which means that I won't get any more fit which leads to me having to eat even less in order to lose weight. Complicated. And the school nurse would hate me if she knew, but she doesn't. She has an uncommon way of thinking that the BMI limit for "normal" weight is 20-25. And everyone knows its 18.5-24. On that scale I'm normal weight. Oh fuck. I just remembered that I have the yearly health checkup next week. The nurse will hate me and call me anorexic or something. I was already called anorexic a few weeks ago at a cycling events, when I was offerent candy and I said no thanks -> they asked why not-> I said I didn't eat candy -> they thought I was paid for not doing it -> I said no, I'm dieting and eating candy won't make it any easier -> they were seemingly shocked of me dieting -> they said I have an eating disorder -> Me: nononono! ->they don't believe me, not surprisingly and accuse me of having bulimia. I say "NO, bulimia would be easy BUT it's really bad for your teeth and throat". They look at me as if I was weird or something, and say I make no sense. Maybe I don't.

Currently I suck at two things: dieting and saving money.
My dieting has loads of problems:
1.If I don't eat or I eat only a bit, my family will get suspicious. Luckily I can blame that on the fact that my stomach hurts after I eat anything. And I've tried loads of different medicines and seen loads of soctors, but nothing's helped. And the best thing is that it was my mom who blamed my stomach aches for me eating very little, not me, so I don't have to explain it in any way. Ha.
2. Whenever I go out with my friends, we will end up eating or drinking something. That is really bad. Lately I've dragged my friends for sushi or a salad or just coffee, so that's easier. I seriously don't know what I'd do if my friends were the type who eat only fast food. Yuck.
3. In order to be able to get better in cycling, I have to practise loads, and that uses uses energy. Then I'll have to eat even more or I'll get tired
4. I'd have to do the pilates/aerobic-thingy, but it takes an hour every day and I've got trouble to have enough time for that.

I need to save money for a bike, but I have urgent needs to buy other stuff:
a leather bag (80e or so)
a new foundation (thats another 45)
a blusher (30)
new shoes (those ankle boots I want are 109e)
clothes (I can spend a fortune on clothes, and, sadly, I'm addicted to brands)
I also have random stuff I totally need, like the new Vogue issue or latte (fat-free, of course), or a cute accessory I really need, or something. I was planning to buy a new belt (I love belts) and I saw the cutest leather belt in Accessorize, but i didn't have any money with me, so I couldn't buy it. Then when I went to the shop today they only had sizes m-xl left. Damn. such nasty people who buy the stuff I want.
Then I totally have to go see the Wong Kar-Wai movie Fallen Angels. I really can't save money. Shame. I wish I won a gazillion euros in a lottery I or something. Ha. I wish

Of nasty lab reports

So far, I've written one. And I hate them already. 1210 words, hours of drawing dumb graphs on excel and all about how different concentrations of fairy and sunlight affect the size of a water drop. What good did it do to me. Nothing. Except that fairy is apparently a more effective detergent, since it broke the surface tension of water better.

We were supposed to have the xc-championships of our cycling club yesterday. Apart from our coach and a few other adults, I was the only one to appear there. I was slightly annoyed.

I noticed that my mp3-player's earphones (KOSS sparkplug) have a lifetime warranty, which is great. Mine broke a month ago or so (and I had had them for only a few months), and I posted them back to the shop to get a replacement. HA! Serves them right for using sucky wires. Good thing too, cause I can't use un-shapeable earphones in the train or anywhere else without putting the volume really high, which uses a lot more batteries.

Even more tired

Why did I force myself to cycle those 65 km yesterday??? And in less than 3 hours too, which is like really fast for me. Especially when there were loads of nasty hills. Geh. Now my legs hurt like hell, even though I stretched a lot.
There was a marathon cycling competition going on at the same time, and the organizing people apparently thought I was participating, since they tried to guide me to their route. They ended up totally irritated when they found out I was just a random cyclist.

I still haven't gotten a call from the lost and found office, which probably means the bitch who took my totally cute and expensive new Benetton sweater means to keep it. I hate you!

I have to finish up a lab report for Wednesday, and I was pretty much doing other stuff during the lesson so now I don't know how to do the error analysis. Whoops. And I had decided to study well this year. I also decided to study swedish, but haven't done a lot of that either. Bad me.

Ha!

I stole the better mouse back.

Why?

My little brother stole the mouse from our ordinary computer I'm using and uses it with our laptop. Now I'm stuck with this sucky optical mouse which works only when it likes to. And that's not too often. Gah

Tired

I'm really, really tired. Must be because I slept really badly last night. Or then because of the 64 km I cycled today. Geez. I'm in a really sucky form if I get really tired after that, considering that I only went the last 31 km fast. And my "fast" is like 31km/h because it took me an hour. But there was a horrible wind which slowed me down. At least a bit

Actually I'm so tired I can't bother to write more. I make typos on about every second letter. I better go catch some sleep

*Yawn*

(still not sleeping)

My parents will probably buy me a road bike when they'll notice that the tyres on my XC-bike are all worn down because I have to use that instead of a road bike. Maybe. Ha! I wish.

Now I'm really, really tired. Enough blogging for now, I guess

Of Shoes and Stuff

I'll take that previous one back. My parents are nice. They paid my new shoes (Lacoste, 100e). And it's weekend, so I can do whatever I wish. Ok, not exactly whatever, since I'm here typing stuff to my blog. Such a shame, really.
I should be practising XC for the club's championships on tuesday, but I totally deserve a break. I got all muddy yesterday and the day before and the day before. But my parents couldn't buy me a road bike, no. Or then I should study Swedish, but I can't bother.

I was planning to go to the night of the arts, but it might rain (ok, it's sunny but the unreliable weather forecast people did mention the risk of rain). They would show Casablanca on a big outside screen and I'd get to meet my friends... Then again I wouldn't have drinks and I should save money for more importand stuff, such as the Lancôme foundation and a leather bag (they don't come cheap), the cute skirt and heels at Benetton and Zio, and a new bike. Sigh. I'm really sucky at saving money. Too bad.

Others tend to be nasty

Really, they do. Like my parents, who didn't buy me a bike that cost 1600e, or the bitch who stole my totally cute new expensive Benetton sweater. (Note to bitch: You better give it to the lost and found, or I'll find you with my inexistent telepathic powers and feed you to the vicious and dangerous poodle I look after every once in a while).

I also REALLY hate the IBO, the nasty and cold organization behind all the dumb things I have to do. CAS was supposed to be a totoal joke, but then I found out that I have to have an adult supervisor who fills in evaluation forms and signs them and whois not a) my relative and b) my friend. Now how is that possible??? I happen to be in friendly terms with every adult leader in uor scouts group, and I highly doubt that I'll get anybody from my cycling club to do it either.

Why me???

And I hate that I have to study Swedish mor the matriculation exam in a month's time *panics*. Why did I ever sign up for that anyway???

I also hate the weather. And the weather forecast company, which is totally unreliable. About once in a week I either don't have my darling sunglasses with me and it's sunny even though they said it would rain, or that they said it would be sunny and then it rains and I end up totally soaked. Shame, shame. And they didn't anything about that horrible thunderstorm yesterday. The storm broke down the already sucky train systems, and my trip back home took 90 minutes intesad of 20. And it disturbed our bio experiment where we had to count the drops of solution we add with a volumetric pipette. Not an easy thing to begin with, and then the thunder slightly added the trouble with those exploding sounds nearby.

And this ended up being such a rant. A great blog, sure, with me just complaining about everything. But that's life, I guess. Just as it's life that I have to go to my boring chemistry lesson. (I seriously hate the teacher, and I've got HL chemistry).
Mais c'est la vie...

Ici je suis...

Namely, I had to return to the nasty place called IB World School. Two years of way too much lab reports and way too little free time. Surely something I was looking forward to. NOT.

Now that I'll use the internet, like, every day, I'll also restart my blog. The bad thing is that I was such a lazy writer in the summer that I forgot my passwords and such. Whoops. Go me. And so I decided to start this whole blog from the beginning. Quelle waste of my time. Not that I have much time to waste, considering all those damn lab reports. Why did I ever start the IB diploma program to begin with???

Bye-bye, life... Here we come, IB!

Well anyway. At least I'll have to start cycling again after a break of a few years, now that I've got to do CAS (see the International Baccaulaureate Organization page for further definition if you honestly want to know, which I wouldn't). They were all totally shocked when I appeared at the practises. Ha! The bad thing is, that I'm really sucky at cycling now that I didn't excercise almost at all last year. Lazy me. And I'm all fat now. Ok, not fat, but I use size XS/S clothes instead of the size XXS/XS clothes I used to. Shame, shame. I better do something. Maybe a good beginning would be doing the pilates workout instead of blogging... Nah. I'm on a lazy mood.

I had loads of fun earlier today when I met my friend in this nice cafe (they make heavenly salads). She taught me new stuff in french, such as "C'est le pied!" which apparently means "life is great!", not, as you would expect, "it's the leg!". Live and learn.

Maybe I really should do the pilates thing, despite my laziness...
Au revoir